I must have seen just about everyone I know tonight at work … or so it seemed. It’s been over a week since I last seen Pasco. She and her family came over for dinner to celebrate her parent’s anniversary. Another co-worker and his family dropped by for dinner later in the night and also sat in my section. My friends C and Wes came by and sat at the bar to keep me company. We’re making plans to all go out dancing. Besides chitchat, they wanted to make appointments to be massaged. So, I gave them my schedule and we’re gonna work out something. I told them I was pretty much booked through the second week of August, but since they’re such good friends I told them I’d try to squeeze them in next week. You guys owe me big time.

So, I get home from work tonight and what do I see as I walk in the door? MY son’s hair is now RED … not auburn, not strawberry blonde, but RED. It’s one of those effects dyes. Anyway, it looked good, except for the hairstyle. You see, today at band practice it was ‘bad hair day’ for the percussion section. Chris’s hair was all bunched up into sections then hair sprayed into place. Kinda like a bunch of mini palm trees all over his head. Tomorrow at practice will be ‘ghetto day’. He wants me to do corn rolls on his head. His hair is way too short for that. We’ll see … he’s experimenting with his hair as we speak. I can’t wait till next week Wednesday when we get to see all the hard work the band has been doing and get to watch the show.

I was telling Pasco tonight that Queen and I were talking shit about her and that I was talking shit on my website … hehe … she’s so gullible. I love her though, that’s what makes it so easy. You know what they say … the more shit you say about a person means the more you love them. Well Pasco, we most certainly love your ass.

This past school year I was my son’s school’s PTSA Newsletter Editor. I made a verbal commitment to stay on regardless to the fact that I have no kids at the intermediate this new school year. I think I may have to resign after all. With my new hours at work, being a chaperone for the band, my massage, and my health issues, I don’t think I’ll have neither the time nor the energy to be the Editor. I’ll probably stay on for the first 2 months … at the least … until they can get someone else.

Ok, so I call to make my flight reservations today and I find out that I no longer have enough miles to fly first class . It used to be 60,000 for r/t first class to anywhere on the mainland. It’s now 80,000 miles to do that. Needless to say I was pissed. If I had made the reservations a little over a week ago, I would have been able to acquire my tickets at 60,000. Now I’ll have to pay the difference to fly first class. It’ll probably end up being the cost of flying r/t coach. I don’t care … as I said last night; I will NEVER fly coach again! I’m spoiled like that.

I’m having a writer’s block now so I guess I’ll end here and go play a game or two of upwords before I hit the hay. Have a great weekend, and be safe.

Love ya’s,

Hapa

No Hawaiian words or names tonight, however, a reader asked about the pronunciation and I’m going to try and explain it as simply as I can … here goes.

Basically, Hawaiian is a dialect of Polynesia. Other variations are spoken by Samoans, Maoris and Tahitians.

The Hawaiian alphabet consists of only 12 letters. They have the same vowels and the consonants are limited to H, K, L, M, N, P, and W. The vowels are pronounced as followed:

A as in tall
E as in vein
I as in sleep
O as in old
U as in soon

Every word has to end in a vowel. Every consonant must be followed by at least one vowel. Every syllable has to end in a vowel. The easiest way to pronounce Hawaiian words would be to divide the words into syllables.


Yayaya … aunt Flo has come and gone, and I feel a whole lot better. I just need to flush the narcotics out of my system and get rid of this yucky feeling.

I like to mention when I have new readers. In the past month when I was not making my entries, I had some e-mail from friends of readers asking when I was going to post. Well, here it is, and there will be more to come. So, I would now like to welcome my new readers ... one group of people in particular. I’ll call them my PBG sisters (pain be gone). Ever since my health issues last year, I have come across several support groups both online and at the hospital I go to. One group of ladies I have gotten close to (Jan, Andrea, Cookie, Kaui, Missy, Darnelle and Peanut) are now readers of my online journal and I would like to say ‘hi’ and thanks for stopping by. If it weren’t for their support I don’t know how I would have made it these past several months.

I would also like to welcome a possible new reader. For now I’ll call him Fire Jock. He came across my name last night in AOL’s member directory (I assume) and we started talking through instant messages and it turns out we went to the same highschool. He’s an ’81 grad, and I was an ’83 grad. In highschool he was a jock, he played football, baseball and track. He went on to play football for the University of Hawaii and now he’s a fireman. I, on the other hand, pretty much kept a low profile throughout highschool. I was in the marching band as a flag girl and I played the drums during concert season. I was in several clubs and committees, and that was the extent of my involvement in school. Outside of school was a different story. My closest friends were not the friends I hung out with at school. Jodi and Malia were graduates of St. Andrews and Aiea High. They were (and still are) my comrades. We’ve known each other since we were younguns. Jodi, as you remember, is the flight attendant, and Malia is the one who now lives in Colorado. We were the slut sisters and we were proud of the fact. Back then, in the early ‘80’s, the drinking age was 18. We were night clubbing at 15. It helps when a friend’s sister is dating the bouncers, bartenders, etc. Anyway, welcome to my journal … and you can hose me down anytime = )

Hey Pasco, was your ears ringing at around 3pm today?? Cause me and Queen was talking shit about you … LMAO! Just kidding … maybe.

Did I mention that I have a new Christmas song? I bought the new Blink 182 CD when it first came out a little over a month ago, it’s a really great CD. Here’s a few lines from my favorite song on it … it’s called ‘Happy Holidays You Bastard’:

It’s Christmas Eve and I only wrapped two fuckin’ presents
It’s Christmas Eve and I only wrapped two fuckin’ presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
And I’ll never talk to you again
Unless your dad will suck me off
And your mom will touch my cock
Ejaculate into a sock …

Ahhh, lyrics like these makes me misty all over …

Ok, I’m outta here … Chris officially starts ‘Hell’s Week’ in the morning and I’m making lunch for him. For the next week, he has band practice from either 9-6pm or 1-10pm. He’s getting such a nice tan.

Laters,

Hapa

Hawaiian Names of the Day:

Aalona – Aaron

Lopaka – Robert

Kamuela – Samuel

Makaleka – Margaret

Lahela – Rachel

Kelika – Theresa


Day 5

It’s amazing what the female body can endure … I guess that’s why we are the stronger sex. I’d love to see the day that men give birth to babies; that men can get periods; that men have to work a little extra harder to lose their extra weight and so on and so forth.

not in my lifetime, I guess.

It’s now my 5th day with aunt Flo. She’s a bitch ya know. I hate being on medication … I don’t like the feeling or moods it puts me in. Today was the first day really since Friday that I stepped out the door without the help of my prescription. Of course when I got home I went back on it. I should be a lot better by tomorrow. I think the kids suspect something. I don’t want to say anything to them about possible surgery until I speak to my Obstetrician. They already have a lot on their minds with going back to school next week and all. My son is more observant however. He’s very over protective where I’m concerned. He’s a sweetheart … a bitch at times, but overall a good boy. He’s made comments the past couple of days and I make like I don’t hear him, or I change the subject. Even better, the phone will ring and it’s one of his friends. We’ll se what happens next week.

I mentioned earlier that Chris is going to New York for the Macy’s Parade in November. Last night I ordered him a Visa Buxx card from Capital One. I put an initial $100 into it to open his account. Thank God for that. I was stressing myself about him carrying large sums of cash when he leaves for his trip. Luckily I saw a commercial for the card several months ago. It’s pretty neat. He learns how to budget his money, family/friends can go to the website and put monies into his card (it’s a refillable card), he can even take monies out from an ATM. Now I have to figure out how much more money I want to put in it. It’s like having an actual credit card, without all the finance charges. It has the Visa logo and he can use it anywhere places accepts Visa … geez, I sound like a commercial.

So, as I was saying, I have this secret admirer. For the past three to four weeks now I have been getting little cards, a rose here a rose there either on my car or on my screen door at home. All I know is that it’s someone who knows where my new place is and where I work. I have already confronted two people and they both denied it. So, what do I do now? I still say it’s Matthew, but why would he be so anonymous? Who knows. So, until I find out who it is, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the little gifts I’m receiving … thank you, you secret admirer you.

It’s true what they say … that once you fly first class you can never go back to coach. I love first class. Business class is pretty good too. I will never fly coach again. I’m booking my flight to New York hopefully by next week, first class of course. I got frequent flyer miles. This free flight is courtesy of Northwest. I also have FFM with Hawaiian Airlines, Continental, United, and Quantas. I used to go on a lot of business trips and was able to keep the miles even after I left the companies.

Well kiddies, I’m off to bed. I have a client at 9 am and I need to get my massage equipment packed … the bitch is loading the table into the car. Until next time…

Hapa

“No … land in all the world has any deep, strong charm for me but that one; no other land could so longingly and beseechingly haunt me sleeping and walking, through half a life-time, as that one has done. Other things leave me but it abides; other things change but it remains the same. For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf-beat is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags; its leaping cascades; its plumy palms drowsing by the shore; its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud rack; I can feel the spirit of its woodland solitude; I can hear the plash of its brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.”

-Mark Twain


Sorry folks … no Hawaiian words or names tonight, just a little catching up to do in the venting department.

I know, I know … it’s been several weeks since my last post, and I apologize to my loyal readers … you too Pasco.

Where do I begin? First off, I would like to say a big mahalo to Matthew, a.k.a. Monkeyboy, for everything he has done for me these past few weeks which brings me to tonight’s quote. I have lived here in Hawaii all of my life and I hate to admit it, but I have taken this place I call home for granted. I have been to many places around the world and I have yet to see anywhere else as beautiful as here. Some have come close. Just close. Matthew has shown me places I haven’t even been to in all of the 35 years I’ve lived here. I’ve heard stories about a few of the places, but never seen them. Nothing big, mind you, just little away-from-it-all places that he knew about that I apparently didn’t. I can’t wait for friends to visit so I can show them the beauty that he has shown me.

I hate it when I have no control over my body. I hate feeling vulnerable. Over the two months that I have been blogging, I have mentioned about the health problems that I have been experiencing. Well, I’m going through it all over again. It looks like I’ll be having surgery once again. Most of you know that I had an exploratory Laparoscopy done this past September and that I went on Lupron and HRT this past January-March. My last period was the first week of January and the Lupron made my body stop making the hormones that starts your menstruation … like going into a temporary state of menopause. Well, it’s been a little over 6 months and I finally started my period this past Friday and it’s been nothing but hell for me. I had to leave work an hour into my shift today because the headaches and cramping was so bad. I just got back a little while ago from the ER because I was so nauseated that I needed to take something for it. I ended up getting a shot. I got some “happy pills” as well … thank God for painkillers. I’ve been on so many painkillers this past year alone, my body is pretty much immune to them. The worst was the morphine after the surgery. That shit fucked me up. Anyway, I go in to see my OB in two weeks to discuss the options as well as a pap smear … I’m just the luckiest girl in the whole world! Whatever … oh yeah, I also made the FINAL decision to get myself fixed … gonna get my tubes tied. What the hell, since I’m going under the knife anyway … why not. I think I’m going to wait till early next year though. I have a lot going on in the next several months with the New York trip and the chaperone duties and all. So, that means all of you will have to put up with my bitching and moaning until it happens. Hehe.

I’ve noticed that my life runs in a weird pattern. I seem to be at my worst every 7 years. Or at least the last 14 years have been that way for me. I guess it all started with the happiest point … the birth of my son a little over 14 years ago. Then it goes downhill from there. The legal separation, then my mother passing away. It started getting better with the birth of my daughter 4 years later, then the finalization of my divorce two years after that, then the big ass inheritance. Things are great the next couple of years. New car, new home, some traveling with the kids, life is great. I had to go and mess things up in bad relationships. Live and learn. I end up getting into a really bad car accident; got a really big settlement the following year, now here’s the pattern … my dad passes away soon after. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I meet the man whom I ended up marrying three years later … you all know him, the devil himself. At least this time around my divorce won’t take no fucking 3 and a half years in court. I had the divorce all planned out too … I wanted to send a birthday present to him, one he wouldn’t forget … that was to sign the papers on his birthday this past Thursday the 19th. Thanks to the Army, however, things didn’t go as planned. It’s ok though … this second “cycle” has ended and things are great for me now. A divorce in the horizons, a change in my schedule at work, a new massage license, a new home for new memories, and just enjoying being single again and enjoying my kids. All I have to do is get over the health thing and I’ll be perfectly fine.

I miss my friends on the day shift at work. Actually, I miss harassing Pasco … and who wouldn’t? She’s an easy target. I DON’T miss getting up early though. I am NOT the morning person. I now sleep in as late as 11am most mornings. The dinner shift is fun. I work with a lot of young people … 18-20ish. The management is cool as well. The hours are way shorter and I make hella more money. I’m content. It gives me more time to play upwords online at games.com.

I’m gonna have to continue tomorrow, this meds is kicking my ass and I’m about to pass out. It feels great to be back online writing again. Next time I’ll tell you about my new secret admirer and that hopefully the pictures I have will load this time.

Until next time …

Hapa